Joanna Biggar's Picks for NPM Week 3
Week three of National Poetry Month is here and we are still celebrating! So as the champagne continues relentlessly foaming for party-goers catching their tipsy mid-air, we asked author, Joanna Biggar, to select three poems she thinks are worthy of applause between wassails.
Her first, featured above, is Dickinson's "I'm Nobody! Who are You?"
For her second an excellent poem by Carolyn Forche called "The Testimony Of Light"
And last but not least an absolute banger from Salvadoran-American poet
Javier Zamora entitled "Let Me Try Again"
Joanna Biggar has traveled solo in the most remote areas of China, chaired a school board in Ghana, worked as a journalist in Washington, D.C., and taught school kids in Oakland, California. She is a member of the Society of Women Geographers, mother of five, grandmother of six, all of whom love books! Joanna’s first novel, That Paris Year, is written in English but captures that French novel feel in a truly classic style. If you’ve been to Paris, she will welcome you back, if you haven’t, you may just want to pack your bags! That Paris Year is a truly splendid read! In Autumn of 2019, we will follow Melanie, the heroine of That Paris Year, to California in Joanna’s long-awaited companion book, Melanie’s Song.
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